Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 18:32:37 -0400
From: Robert Spencer
Subject: WEEKEND SUBMISSION, PART 1
I had butterflies in my stomach as my car pulled up in the
driveway. I shut off the lights and sat for a moment in the darkness. It
had been two months of emails, but I was finally at Bill's house. I'd never
met him, but after all of our emails and phone conversations I felt that I
knew him quite well. I climbed out of the car and walked nervously to the
front porch of the wooded ranch house. I hadn't talked to Bill since he had
emailed me the directions to his place the day before. They came attached
to an email that was the conclusion to a long string of enticing
correspondence between us.
Bill's email had read:
>>Hello Matt (or should I start calling you Slave?),
>>
>>I am going to attach a picture of my cock, taken a couple days ago. I'll
>>let you decide how much you like it. It's nice to hear that you're
>>interested in wearing a slave collar for me. Still, you'll have to earn
>>that privilege. Are you 100% sure about licking my balls and sucking my
>>cock? I get too many emails and calls from guys who SAY they want this
>>experience, and then back out. Be advised, if you come over this weekend
>>and want to live out this fantasy you have of being dominated then I will
>>make sure you work hard sucking my cock and swallowing my hot cum.
>>
>>Take care future slave and I hope to see you on Friday night.
>>
>>Master Bill
I knocked and a moment later someone walked over and opened the
door.
"Hey Matt!" Bill said as he opened the door. "Glad you made it, I was
starting to think this would just be another one of those Internet things
that never materialized." He looked exactly like he did in the pictures
that he'd emailed, of course in many of those pictures he was nude and right
now he was wearing a pair of jeans and a denim shirt. He was over six-foot,
and quite stocky. His brown hair was still thick, but the slight gray in
portions of his full beard and mustache helped show his age of 51.
I stepped inside the house, still feeling plenty of nervous energy. "It
was touch-and-go for quite a while. I have to tell you I was pretty...well I
am pretty nervous."
Bill smiled. "Understandable. I'd lie if I said I wasn't. The first
meeting is always the tough one, setting up the rules. You know." He then
laughed, "Of course, I was more nervous that I'd be spending the evening
alone. But relax, we'll go slow. Can I get you a drink?"
"Coke."
Bill walked off towards the kitchen. "Make yourself at home."
I looked around the large living room. Pictures hung along the walls of
Bill and his relatives and friends. A big-screen TV was against one wall
and nice furniture occupied the area. The aroma of cigar smoke still
lingered in the air. Bill obviously had a decent job but there was no
hiding the fact that his home was a pure bachelor pad.
How had I ended up here? It was pretty amazing when I thought the whole
thing over. Six months ago my girlfriend dumped me. I didn't have many
options as I was just out of college, new to the area, and still didn't know
many people. I posted an ad on an adult matchmaker service. Several
responses had come in from women, but they didn't go anywhere. I just
didn't feel it was time to get back into any form of serious relationship.
Then after a few weeks, I received an email from Bill. It was pretty
straightforward. He was a gay man who liked my profile and picture and he
wished me luck in finding someone who would make me happy. However, in his
conclusion he added that if I couldn't find the right woman that I would
always be welcome to email him. I didn't respond immediately but after a
few days I wrote back and told him how much I appreciated his honesty and
while I wasn't gay it made me feel good that at least someone out there
thought I was handsome.
As strange as it was, over the next few days Bill and his email kept coming
across my mind. While I was at work, driving in my Jeep, and even while
hanging out with some friends. The thought of his honesty and attraction
really had my attention. With nothing to lose, I decided to ask him about
what his attraction for me was. His email reply caught me off guard...
>>I LIKE YOUR LOOK MATT. YOU'RE YOUNG, IN SHAPE, AND STILL
>>LOOKING FOR YOUR PLACE. THAT SORT OF THING REALLY
>>TURNS AN OLD GUY LIKE ME ON. YOU SEE, I LOVE TO BE
>>IN CONTROL OF YOUNGER MEN AND...
>>I THINK YOU'D BE THE PERFECT SLAVE FOR ME. -MASTER BILL
At first I was offended but then slowly thoughts of being with Bill began to
creep into my head. I encouraged him to tell me more and he sent me the
web-address to a private home page that he had created. On his site he had
numerous pictures of himself with a couple of young men. Each of the
pictures showed some form of sexual domination with Bill always in the
position of power. The men with Bill all wore leather collars and were
often on their knees sucking his cock, being spanked, or getting fucked in
the ass. The most astonishing picture had a man who was roughly my age on
his knees wearing a leather collar and leash. This slave's mouth was open
and he was accepting a long string of cum from Bill's dripping cock. Bill
towered over the slave and held the end of the leash in his hands. It was
an image of pure submission and before I knew it my erection was harder than
it had ever been.
I found myself returning to the site each day...and to my amazement I began
having masturbating and envisioning myself with Bill in these same
situations.
So my emails began to hint to him that I might like to meet him and see if
this was something that would work for both of us. Bill emailed me daily
pictures of his cock and I began masturbating while looking at it. I could
picture myself on my knees pleasuring this older man, and nervous or not, I
knew that my urge to try this was something I could not ignore.
"Here's your drink," Bill said as he walked back into the room.
"Thanks."
"Hey, have a seat, make yourself at home."
I did. "Nice place you have here."
"Well I do what I can. It's taken forever to fix it all up but it works for
me. You find it OK?"
"Oh yeah. Great directions."
"Most people miss the driveway at night with all the trees around."
"How much property do you own?"
"5-acres. I may add onto the house down in a few years. But I need some
time to just enjoy everything I've done before I start in with a new
project."
"Looks big enough to me. Just you?"
Bill laughed. "Yes. All me, myself, and I."
I drank some soda. "Wow. This is just different than I expected."
Bill laughed. "How's that?"
"I don't know. I guess I expected you to be giving me orders and making
demands."
"What, did you expect me to open the door naked with a whip in my hand?
That'll come later."
This made me laugh quite hard. "Well...gee...I guess I really don't know what I
expected."
"Well Matt, I've played this game several times and each time it works out a
little differently. What I find works best though is easing into things.
Trust me, once you feel comfortable enough to relinquish control, then I'll
handle the rest." He gave me a wink then and added, "Here let me give you
the tour of my place."
We got up and walked through the house. Bill showed me the den, his study,
the finished basement with built-in sauna, his bedrooms, and the enclosed
back patio complete with hot tub. You could tell he'd spent lots of time on
every aspect of the place.
"Hot tub too!" I laughed. "Wow! If you ever see my apartment you'll crack
up at what a shoebox it is compared to this place."
Bill chuckled. "Well we all have to start somewhere."
I drank some more of my Coke as I leaned over and ran my hand through the
warm waters of the tub.
Bill walked over next to me. "You want to take a soak?"
I thought about it for a second. "Well, if you want too. I don't want to
impose."
He was a gracious host. "Hey you're the one who did all the driving. A
soak sounds good to me. My back can always use the release. Nothing more
relaxing than a long soak...well almost nothing."
I laughed at this. The nervousness was easing up quite a bit and I was
starting to feel at home.
Bill leaned over and raised the temperature. He then hit a couple of
buttons and bubbles and steam started actively rising from the large round
tub. "So how do you want to do it?"
I had no clue what he meant. "Do what?"
He smiled. "The tub? Do you want to borrow a bathing suit or are we just
going in au natural? Either way works for me."
I thought about it for a minute. "Well, how do you normally go in?"
"The truth?" he asked. "I've never worn a bathing suit in this thing."
We both laughed at this.
"Ok," I said. "Sounds like you've made our decision for us."
"Yes, I'm good at making decisions when people let me have control." He
gave me a wink and patted me on the shoulder. "Fine. Go ahead and strip
down," Bill said. "I'm going to go grab a beer. You want anything?"
"I'm set."
He walked off. I stood alone in the hot tub room and began undressing. It
was an interesting experience. Here I was stripping naked in a house I'd
barely been in for a half-hour with a man I only knew from the Internet.
Part of me was still a little scared but now that was starting to turn
towards exhilaration. What would my friends think if they knew I was doing
this? The pure taboo of being alone in this situation made it that much
more invigorating. As I removed my underwear I could see my cock showing
early signs of an erection. I stepped up and slid into the tub. The water
was shockingly hot but after a few seconds it felt incredible.
"Oh darn I missed the best part." Bill had returned dressed in a thick
robe.
"The best part?"
"Sure naked time." Bill walked to the tub carrying a bottle of beer. He
then untied his belt and let the robe drift open. He was completely naked.
I looked over and took a moment to examine his body. His cock looked
beautiful, exactly like the image that I had already masturbated to plenty
of times. He didn't seem shy as he stood before me. He slid out of the
robe and walked over to the tub. "See you get to see all the good stuff on
me and you're hidden under all that water."
"Oh sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to wait."
As Bill climbed up the steps and swung his feet into the water he said,
"Well I figure if you decide you'd made a mistake, then a quick look at
naked time might be all the fun I'd get tonight." He sat on the edge of the
tub and just let his legs rest in the water.
"Aren't you coming in?"
"Thought I'd have a cigar first. You don't mind do you?"
"Not at all," I said.
Bill lit up his cigar and blew out some smoke before having a long drink of
his beer. I sat in the water admiring his body. It was not a prime example
of physical fitness but it was the body of a real man. He had dark black
hair from his legs all the way up to his shoulders. He sported a larger
than average beer belly but that only accentuated the fact that he was not a
little man. And I couldn't help but continue examining his large member
dangling between his legs. His cock was much larger than mine and it had a
solid girth to it. His balls hung lower and larger than mine could ever
hope to be and the whole package was surrounded in a dense bushel of black
pubic hair.
The water concealed my hand, so I discreetly drifted to my own cock and gave
it a couple of strokes. It was rock-solid and painfully bulging. It amazed
me that the sight of another man could turn me on to such an extent.
"How's it feel?" Bill said.
"What?" I stammered.
"The water. Feel good?"
"Oh yeah, yeah." I went with the conversation but had the embarrassed look
of someone who had been caught.
Bill smoked for a few seconds before saying, "So, how are you feeling about
this whole thing so far? Disappointed? Nervous?"
I thought about it for a moment and then realized that I was no longer
nervous at all. In fact, I felt right where I should be. "I'm glad I came
over tonight."
"Me too," Bill smiled and said. "So, what does the rest of the night hold
for us?"
I stretched out. "I'm not sure, what do you think?"
"Ha! I know what I think." He smoked and then his eyes drifted down to his
dangling cock. "Hell, after reading all of our chats and emails. I'd be
lying if I didn't say that I need to blow a load...real bad."
"Oh really," I let out a genuine smile and the last bit of tension in the
house was gone.
"Yes, it's been so long for me. I need to have a slave again. And I think
you'd be perfect for the role."
"I see. Were you planning on offering me a cigar?"
"Oh, you want a cigar?"
"Nope."
Bill looked puzzled. "Then what did you ask for?"
"Thought I'd like to have something in my mouth." My stomach fluttered with
butterflies of excitement, as I couldn't believe what I had just said.
He smiled with relief when he heard my words. "I'm sure we can work
something out," Bill said. "But not if you're way over there."
I slowly slid across the tub until I was positioned between his legs. I
looked up at him as he sat on the edge. "So what are we going to work out?"
He reached down and grabbed his tree trunk around the base with one hand and
hoisted it up, dangling it in front of me. "Well if you want something in
your mouth really bad, I bet this might suffice."
I rested my elbows on his knees and hovered between his hairy legs.
He continued, "But before you take this, you need to weigh the situation.
You need to know, if you suck my cock, then you become the slave and I
become the Master. Our little relationship is going to change. From that
point on whatever I say is the way things will be done."
"I understand."
Bill continued, "That means that I am in charge. You need to place your
trust in me. I will only do what is good for the both of us, but the
decision is mine. If this is what you want to submit to, then I want you to
call me Master."
Our eyes were locked in silence for several moments.
I knew this was the kind of arrangement that was going to need to begin with
honesty. "Master, I've never been in a situation like this before. I've
never had any form of sex with a man. So I'll need a good teacher, who'll
be patient with me."
Bill wiggled his cock and grinned. "I agree to that, slave. Now, if you
are 100% prepared to serve as my slave you'll need to complete Lesson #1."
I looked at him. "What's Lesson #1?"
He put the cigar back into his mouth. "That's the lesson where you learn
how to suck a man's cock." He let his cock drop and it swayed, waiting for
me.
I moved closer and reached out, taking his length into my hand. I gave it a
few playful strokes and could feel it begin to stiffen in my hand. This was
the first time I had ever held another cock and yet it was all so natural
that I knew I was right where I was meant to be, between the legs of another
man. Bill had an ear-to-ear smile as I began exploring his shaft and balls
with my fingers. Soon his erection was intense and he leaned back in
anticipation. "Your Master wants you to suck his cock."
I opened my mouth and welcomed him inside of me.
"That feels incredible." He groaned as I slowly began wetting his
ever-hardening rod. "I believe you'll make an excellent slave."
Bill's massive cock was still growing as my tongue and mouth began working
it over. I'd never sucked a cock before but I began by simply doing things
that my ex-girlfriends had done with me. It didn't take long though before
Bill's enjoyment made me feel comfortable enough to start working on some of
my own techniques. My head bobbed up and down along his solid bone until it
was slick with my spit. Then as I heard his groans I began swaying my head
from side-to-side and drawing a figure-8. As the minutes passed, I was
building up momentum.
Bill reached down with a hand and placed it on the back of my head, showing
me the speed that he liked best. "This is what your Master wants. Look at
me."
I slobbered along his length and looked up into his eyes.
"Slave, are you ready for the end of Lesson #1?"
I continued working his length with my mouth for a few seconds before
switching to my hand saying, "What's that?"
"That's where you take your Master's cum."
I took turns licking his cock head as it slid through my hand. "How am I
taking it, Master?"
Bill grinned. "Eventually you'll take it how I decide. But since this is
your first time, I'm giving you a choice, you can swallow it or else you can
take it along the face."
Bill groaned again and said, "Matt, it's been so long since I came. You
need to decide now or else I'll decide for you." This really turned me on
and I could feel my cock squirting substantially under the water.
My pace quickened and there was no way I was letting him out of my mouth.
"Master," I panted. "I want to swallow your seed." He led me back to his
length and ordered me to continue.
The hot tub cycle shut down a few minutes later, just as Bill's body tensed.
He let out a huge roar that only sounded louder with the immediate silence
from the tub. If he had close neighbors there is no doubt that they would
have heard the shout of his immense orgasm. He placed his hand tight on the
back of my head and held me in place, deep on his cock. Before I knew it
there was a blast of hot liquid from his cock followed quickly by two more.
He shot his load into me and it was sweeter than I could have imagined. I
swallowed as much as I could but Bill was still delivering more and more. I
knew that he must have not had any form of sex for months to have this much
cum, and I was grateful for it. The feeling of that cock exploding in my
mouth was one of the greatest experiences of my life. At that moment I knew
that I had given this man a great feeling of pleasure, and my reward was his
scorching sweet cum.
Bill collapsed backwards laughing as he lay on the edge of the tub. "Matt!
That was incredible!"
We sat in the tub for one more cycle and just enjoyed the relaxing pulse of
the water. Finally, we both climbed out and dried off.
Bill looked at me, "Slave, I want you to stay here with me for the weekend."
I hadn't planned on this but the newness of the situation made it incredibly
exciting. "Yes, Master." I trembled just saying those two words,
surrendering myself to him.
Bill put on his bathrobe and walked out of the room. I stood there alone
still reeling from the past moments. I could still taste his juice in my
mouth; it felt like a dream and that any moment I might awaken back at my
apartment. I started putting on my clothes just as Bill returned. "What
are you doing slave?" He asked.
"I was going to get dressed."
Bill smiled. "Oh no. When you stay with me, you will not wear clothes."
His hand then reached up and showed me a large leather collar. "This is the
only item of clothing you will wear when you are with me."
I felt my cock stiffen with excitement. It was the same collar I had seen
other men wear on Bill's web page. "Yes Master. I understand."
Bill stood before me. "I want you to get down on your knees in front of
me."
I did as I was told.
"Now slave take me back into your mouth.
I opened my mouth and welcomed his limp wet shaft back into me.
He reached down and placed the collar around me. The leather was colder
than I expected and it felt very strong and thick around my neck. Bill
continued, "This collar is a symbol of your servitude to me. When you visit
me you will strip, get on your knees, and beg to have this collar placed on
you. You earned the right to wear this collar by swallowing my cum. You
have made your Master very happy, and this is your reward."
I felt Bill lock the collar into place. My cock grew so hard so fast I
couldn't believe it. Suddenly everything felt real.
Bill must have noticed. "I can see you already enjoy the feeling of
submission. Good. If I ask you to suck my cock you will suck it. Should I
want to fuck you in the ass, you will bend over and allow me to. As my
slave you will trust in me and you will do as I command. Look at me." Our
eyes met. "As my slave you do not know the word `No'."
I remained on my knees, his cock growing in my mouth.
"Good. Now slave, please demonstrate to your Master how you like to suck
his cock."
My knees were hurting from kneeling on the floor but I began working Bill's
cock as I had earlier in the tub. However, this time my new Master was
giving me some advice on what he preferred. As I sucked and licked Bill
would lead me in certain directions and explain what he enjoyed the most.
He told me to remember exactly what he liked as he did not enjoy having to
review his lessons.
Bill remained hard in my mouth for thirty minutes as the lessons on oral
servitude continued. As he began to conclude, he told me that he wanted to
end the lesson with another orgasm. This time he was in a position to help
my rhythm and he began pushing forward with his hips. He placed one hand on
the back of my head and rested the other one on his hip. He began working
me harder, increasing his thrusts. "That's right slave. Suck your Master's
cock. Earn your reward."
I continued working his cock with my tongue and throat. The feel of his
warm tool in my mouth was exhilarating. I closed my eyes and just took in
the sensations. The heat coming off of his rod was powerful. The smell of
chlorine mixed with his own manly aroma was intoxicating. The tickle of his
thick pubic hair as it brushed against my face made me thrill with
excitement. The light slap of his balls as they moved forward and bounced
against my chin was a reminder that I sucked the cock of another man. For
those minutes I just knew that my only purpose was to service my Master.
"Excellent." Bill continued thrusting as he spoke. "I believe you will be
my slave for quite a long time. Will you enjoy that?"
I nodded my head.
Bill pulled back and removed his cock from my mouth. He walked behind me
and took hold of my arms. Carefully he moved my arms behind my back and I
felt two leather straps fastened around my wrists. There was no way I could
get my arms free. I sat and waited and soon Bill walked back around in
front of me, his cock was still hard.
I looked at him as he began stroking it in front of me. "Your Master enjoys
having you on your knees slave. Do you want your Master to let you have his
cum for a second time tonight?"
"Yes Master."
"How would you like it?"
I thought for a moment. "Master, please, I would like to have you do what
you did to the other slave. The pictures you had on your web page."
Bill smiled. "Good. You are doing excellent. Your Master is happy to
reward you. Now open your mouth."
I opened my mouth and stretched out my tongue.
Bill picked up some speed and began frantically jerking his rod. With a
groan he shot a scorching load onto my tongue. He continued and shot a
second and third blast across my face. Without the use of my hands and
arms, I had to twist to try and catch as much as I possibly could. It was
still thick and steamy has it dripped onto my face. Bill then positioned my
head upwards. He towered above me and I looked into his eyes as a long
thick string of his cum was slowly trickling down towards my mouth.
"That cum is your reward slave, but you have to wait for it."
It took an eternity as the cum stretched and lowered to me and the
anticipation was incredible. I opened my mouth as wide as I could an made
sure that the entire load would land inside of me. This is what I had
dreamed of and now it was coming true.
The feel of that cum dripping into my mouth was amazing. Instinctively I
began to close my mouth but Bill stopped me. "Oh no. I want you to stay
there. On your knees. With my cum on your open mouth." Bill squeezed a
few last drops from his cock and then turned around. I watched as he picked
up my clothes and my belongings. "From now on when you visit me you will
hand over all of your personal items to me. I will lock them up and will
only return them when your service is finished. Nod your head if this is
agreeable to you."
I nodded, still feeling his hot cum drip along my face and my tongue.
Bill walked off to another room taking my stuff with him.
I remained on my knees with this older man's fluid still leaking down my
face. I could taste the sweetness of his seed, a man that I had only met a
few hours ago was now treating me as nobody ever had in my life. I could
only imagine what my family and friends would think if they saw the way I
allowed myself to be dominated by another man. Still, the thoughts of my
earlier and future submissions left me thrilled for even more. So I waited
for my Master's return.
When Bill came back into the room I could not believe what he held in his
hands...
TO BE CONTINUED!
By: Rob Spencer, runner2k99@hotmail.com